The Night I Met Harry

Winter:
“Okay, so what’s my favorite color?”

His face was in total concentration. I watched as his eyes fluttered shut for the correct answer. His lashes were dark across the surface of his cheeks when he closed them. They matched the dark wave of curls that complimented his head, I took closer notice as our conversation continued.

Harry:
“Green. It’s green right?”

He sounded sure, yet uncertain of himself. My face held no expression as he looked back at me in confirmation. Maybe it was just a good guess because I hadn’t remembered sharing that part of me with him though we often shared a lot in our visits.

Winter:
“How’d you know?”

My smile told him I was happy with his answer.

Harry:
“You mumbled something about it in your intoxicated state, the first night we met. You know, after…”

It wasn’t ringing a bell, but to be honest there was a lot I had yet to remember from that night. We’d gone for a walk well past my neighbor in an attempt to clear my head. The afternoon air was a mist of chill, causing me to gravitate toward Harry. His arms always help me warm and affectionately, it was something I was growing into now the longer I spent with him. I looked down as we walked as I pondered my next question.

Winter:
“Harry. Did you do something to my drink that night?”

It was something I often thought about given the jest of what happened. I know I’d been more than willing eventually though reluctant before but I’d definitely considered myself out a character. Now it was merely a blur in my vision to look back on. I watched as he took in the question, choosing not to answer immediately. His silence was becoming an answer in itself and I suddenly felt a tad bit violated.

Winter:
“Harry.”

We’d been out for a while as we productively got to know each other better and it’d been the first he’d stalled.

Harry:
“It was a little stronger, than I usually make it.”
He looked away as he spoke, his words spilling out inaudibly. I felt myself increase our distance as I waited for my brain to absorb what he’d just told me.

Winter:
“A little?”

I mean I knew I couldn’t hold my alcohol well, but I’d honestly never drank enough to forget most of it the morning after.

Harry:
“It’s not what you’re thinking okay? I just noticed you were a bit tense, I thought it’d loosen you up…”

I stopped suddenly as my thoughts caught up before continuing slowly. Harry wasn’t a bad person but to be honest if it were any other guy I would have thought he’d been using me. I didn’t want to see him that way yet since his last words I’d been starting to. I stayed quiet as I thought, I was more the positive he knew what swam around in my head at this point and I waited for him to address it. There was a sigh on his end.

Harry:
“Winter, I would never do that.”
I would have had trouble thinking he would. It was all fuzzy now, so I’d chosen to drop it. I clung closer to him as we made our way around, circling back to my house. He stop before we could continue our path, kissing my hand before intertwining them with his.

Harry:
“Winter.”
I realized to him I hadn’t given our conversation closure. I looked into his eyes and he to mine.

Winter:
“I trust you.”

--

I could retain a headache like Harry could heat, making it difficult to form coherent thoughts. I’d always relied on steaming showers to relax me on days when too much clouded my mind. He’d taken me to his house now after I’d mentioned being hungry, and he made it a habit of spoiling me with this after I’d told none of my exes cooked. He pulled me near him, burying his lips amid mine. I felt the flutter in my chest as I engulfed his tongue, his warmth radiating toward me. His hands rested around my waist, our pelvises now held together by his force. I felt the headache subside as his fingers ran through the length of my hair, his hands moving up to rest on my jaw line. There was never a time limit on these encounters with Harry because he knew I loved them.

Harry:
“Come with me tonight.”
I knew what he’d been referring to. I leaned back to face his eyes as he pushed his hair from his forehead. I’d always had interesting experiences with clubs but I wasn’t about to tell him no. Flashbacks occurred to the night we met as his fingertips teased my body. I left his touch as I backed away slowly, my eyes scanning the entire of his appearance. He was mine now, definitely the hottest boyfriend I’d ever had. He watched me seductively as he moved forward slowly in an attempt to fill the gap.

Winter:
“Only if you make me another drink.”


It hadn’t surprised me that Harry had so many friends as I watched him speak to nearly everyone. His fingers were firmly intertwined with mine as he pulled me through the crowd with him. It was a familiar feeling. I watched as the girls we’d bypassed watched him in seduction, a pool of anger quickly growing in my stomach. I clutched his hand tighter in aggravation as he continued his tugging. We reached the bar, looking exactly as I partially remembered it last as he got behind the counter. I scanned the people closest to me before my eyes rested on him again. The music was extremely loud, a reason I’d chosen not to attempt to communicate with him verbally. I looked away briefly into the rest of the crowd as I felt the stares of a few guys across the room. I huffed in disgust, rolling my eyes and regretting my choice of attire. It was a dark body con dress that hugged my small frame, the length stopping a few inches above my knee. My platform pumps were deep red I’d gotten from my friend Sarah one day we’d gone out. I rubbed my fingers through my hair in an attempt to relax, as I waited for Harry to make my drink. His gaze held mine as I remembered the way he looked at me when I’d gotten dressed. His eyes scanning the length of my body even now from behind the counter.

Winter:
“Behave.”
I’d mouthed to him. If I was right we’d surely be here all night but to honest I could watch him make drinks forever. I thought to myself how good he was at it as he spun the bottles before emptying their content into a silver cocktail shaker I’d assumed to mix them. He’d gotten me a glass his eyes stained to mine as he poured it into the glass. He slid it in front of me, showing me his dimples before a crowd of people came up to order their drinks. I moved away slightly, not wanting to go too far before a felt a hand on my shoulder. I sipped my drink in annoyance, turning around and swallowing incorrectly as I saw one of Scott friends, Danny. He put his mouth to my ear in an effort for me to hear him over the club’s music.

Danny:
“You look nice. How are you?”

I’d made it out just vaguely choosing not to answer too thoroughly. My mouth went up to his ear reluctantly.

Winter:
“I’m fine, really. And thanks.”

He’d always been really nice to me but yet a part of me expected that to change after everything that happened with me and Scott. He looked at me intensely this time before continuing.

Danny:
“He misses you.”

It was something I really didn’t need to here right now. I looked down in embarrassment before sipping my drink. I needed to get back before Harry worried about me, and now definitely wasn’t the time for this conversation.

Winter:
“I’ll see you around, okay.”

I’d left him standing there as I continued. Harry had still been making drinks to no surprise as I pushed through the crowd toward him. He didn’t look up at me, causing me to panic slightly.

Winter:
“Harry!”

I tried but it was no use with this noise. I my hand began to reach for his as a guy came up by my side. This was not happening. I turned reluctantly to meet a guy I hadn’t seen before. He came closely to touching the side of my waist as he spoke into my ear.

“I bought you a drink.”

Gross. I had to get out of this place. I pushed his hands from me before shaking my head in aggravation.

Winter:
“No thanks.”

I moved away trying to communicate to Harry who seemed in a darker mood than when I’d left him. I watched still as guys eyed me, ignoring them as I pushed pass.

I was directly in front of him now. He looked up briefly only to draw his attention back to what he’d been doing.

Winter:
“Harry!”

He hadn’t even been paying attention to me. I watched as he spoke with this girl across the bar. She wore a lot of makeup and her boobs sat high on her chest. I watched as she twirled her long hair while she spoke to him, I doubted it was about a drink. I finished mine quickly as I watched her slide him a piece of paper. I wasn’t sure what I hated more in that moment her flirting with him or the fact that he’d just gotten her number. I made my way through the club now brushing pass everyone as they danced energetically to the constant sound filling the place. I didn’t know where I was going but it wasn’t back to the bar. I looked up to see Danny again. It wasn’t what I needed right now. I walked quickly as he caught my hand, his eyes beaming down on me now.

Danny:
“What’s wrong?!”

I had a hard time understanding why he even cared now. I hadn’t answered choosing to look away as he studied me.

Danny:
“Let’s go talk.”

--

Winter:
“I’m fine okay, really.”

He’d been drilling me in the area outside the club. My back was to the wall as he stood a few paces away from me.

Danny:
“Who are you here with?”

I looked down at my heels, surprised they hadn’t been killing me yet. I guess my mind had been on other things…

Winter:
“It doesn’t matter. Can you take me home?”

He looked at me worriedly. He used to be somewhat of a brother to me, but things on my end just seemed awkward without Scott in the picture.

He pulled up to my driveway slowly, turning the engine off as if he’d expected to talk. I had really sat silently on our way here with Harry replaying in my mind. I was hoping I’d left a spare key under the rug given that my keys and everything else were now at Harry’s house. There was a sigh that invaded my thoughts causing me to look in his direction. He waited for me to start.

Winter:
“So umm, I was there with a guy…”

I looked down at my hands, reluctant to continue the conversation.

Danny:
“I thought you didn’t drink. Is that your thing now?”

I honestly didn’t drink much at all but at least he didn’t ask about Harry. He always knew when to take a hint.

Winter:
“What makes you say that?”

His eyes were locked to mine and I didn’t know whether to feel comforted or weird. My breathing was slow now, telling me that my anger had dimmed. I looked back out the window up at the house.

Danny:
“He’s been drinking a lot. Still not himself, you know. He hates when we bring up your name.”

I closed my eyes briefly as I remembered him, opening them before I went too far. I pushed the button on the door, unlocking the car before I spoke.

Winter:
“I guess that makes the two of us then, right…”

I opened the door as he grabbed my arm before I could step out.

Danny:
“If you need to talk or anything, just call.”

His tone was serious but I doubted I’d ever be doing that. The last thing I needed to forget Scott was things that reminded me of him.

Notes

How'd you like it? Sorry for taking so long, I'm college bound now! It's only the beginning so I'll try to write a lot before it picks up. I love you for reading :)